It wasn't very comfortable under Mr Thompson's desk, but Renée was used to it. She crouched low, balancing on her high heels, with her hands on his knees for support. His cock was hot and firm in her mouth, and she could tell he was going to finish soon. She glanced up at him as she ran her tongue up the base of his shaft, trying to tease out his load. His attention was focused away from her, on the paperwork he was filling out, but when he caught her movement out of the corner of his eye, he looked down to meet her gaze, smiling nervously. He was an older man, in his early fifties, with a portly frame and dark hair peppered with more than a little gray.

Renée felt him grow tense as his cock swelled slightly, ready to spurt. This was the moment she'd been waiting for. She closed her mouth tight around him, and just before he hit the point of no return, she bit down hard. Mr Thompson jerked a little in his seat, some of his paperwork scattering, and his prick immediately shrank. She gave him a moment, and then, with a smile, began licking him again. He whimpered slightly as her tongue made contact, and her smile widened.

Renée loved sucking dick. She knew other women found it submissive, but she knew better. While Mr. Thompson's cock was between her lips, she had all the power. She had complete control over when, where, and how she gave him pleasure. And more importantly, pain. The truth was, he was completely at her mercy while she was down here. With a simple snap of her jaws, she could do permanent, agonizing damage. Perhaps one day, when she had no more use for the old man, she'd end their relationship that way. Yes, that would be delightful. But for now, she was satisfied with just teasing him mercilessly and then shutting him down. She could happily spend hours denying him his release.

She always let him finish eventually. Well, not always. There were plenty of times she crawled out from under his desk to leave him frustrated for the rest of the day. But usually, after she'd played with him for a good long while, she'd let him shoot off. After all, if he always knew the bite was coming, what fun would that be? It was the uncertainty that made him tense so wonderfully every time he was close, wondering if this time she would be merciful.

There was a knock on the door, and she heard it open. “Do you have a minute, sir?” a bright female voice asked. Renée's eyes narrowed. It was that bitch Felicia.

“Of course, dear, of course,” Mr Thompson said. “Please, take a seat.” Renée heard footsteps, followed by a chair being pulled out. She tried to ignore it and focus instead on his cock, sealing her lips tight around the spot where his head and shaft met. He was always sensitive right there; it would give him something to think about while he dealt with the blonde cunt.

“I just wanted to thank you again for giving me this job,” Felicia said, her voice bubbly and light and with a little Southern twang. Renée could almost see the stupid dopey smile the bitch was always wearing. “I know my resumé wasn't very impressive, and a lot of other places turned me down, so I really appreciate you giving me a chance. ...Are you alright? You look a little...”

Mr Thompson chuckled weakly. “Y-yes, of course, just, uh, a little heartburn. Nothing to worry about. Anyway, you have too low an opinion of yourself, dear. It's only been a week since you started, and I've already been hearing good things about your work. If other people couldn't see that, well, that's their loss and my gain, yes?”

“Yes!” Felicia agreed.

Good things? Hah! The only thing that bitch had going for her was her looks, and she'd made the most of them. She was a blonde bombshell with big tits and a cute face, who leaned on the young and innocent shtick like she was made of rainbows and sunshine. If any of her coworkers had words of praise for her, it was only because they wanted in her tight pants.

Had she set her sights on Mr Thompson? If so, she would have to get through Renée first. Sure, Renée was a little older, a little less endowed, and people always seemed to prefer blondes over brunettes. But Mr Thompson was her piggy bank, damn it. She was the one who'd gotten him drunk enough at a company party to fuck her in the supply closet six years ago, with a hidden camera in place recording the whole thing.

Ever since then, Renée had owned the old man. He was just a nobody, but his wife was old money, and he'd have lost everything, including his job, if his indiscretion had become public knowledge. In exchange for her silence, Renée received a sizable allowance and free use of him as her personal plaything, like she'd been enjoying before the bouncy little brat had waltzed into the room.

She tried to channel her frustration over Felicia's presence into her game, sucking and slurping hard on his dick. She'd teased him four times already today, and he didn't need much urging to grow stiff again. She didn't know whether she'd bite or not when the time came, and neither would he. Let him squirm over it, wondering what the blonde bitch was about to witness.

“Are you sure you're okay?” Felicia asked, concerned. “You look a little pale.”

“It's nothing, my dear, nothing,” Mr Thompson said, his voice a little strained. “Just my back acting up again. Don't you worry.”

“Should I get you your medicine?” Renée heard the woman stand. “Your secretary has it in her desk, right? Oh, but I didn't see her when I came in...”

“Miss Mallory is out to lunch at the moment,” Mr Thompson said. “And don't worry, it's, it's just a momentary pang.” He tensed as his climax approached, and Renée decided to be generous and let it play out. Maybe emptying his balls would help him see Felicia for the conniving little cunt she really was. “Ahhhhhh, yes,” he sighed, unable to hide the relief in his voice as he was allowed to finish, and his seed began to spurt into her mouth. “It's passing already.”

Renée eagerly gulped down his juice, feeling triumphant. Yes, she controlled both his pain and his pleasure, and she was an expert at both. That stupid bitch had probably never even seen a cock, let alone sucked one. Renée, meanwhile, had spent almost every lunch break of the last six years crouched in this spot, ever since her relationship with Mr Thompson had begun. She liked to think her liquid lunches were half the reason her figure was still so trim and fit as she approached her thirties.

“Oh, okay!” Felicia chirped, completely clueless of what was going on right in front her. “If you're certain!”

“Yes, my dear. Nothing to worry about.” Mr Thompson sighed again. “Is there anything else on your mind?”

“Well, yes, actually...” Felicia's tone was hesitant. “Um... did I do something to make Miss Mallory angry?”

Renée had been busy licking the spattered cum off of Mr Thompson's soft, sticky cock, but she stiffened at Felicia's words. Talking about her behind her back, huh? The bitch was finally showing her true colors.

Mr Thompson just chuckled again, though it had a nervous edge to it this time. “No, my dear, not at all. Our Renée, she just, uh, she just takes a little bit of time to warm up to other people. Keep doing your job as well as you have, and she'll soften up around you, you'll see.”

“If you say so, sir,” Felicia said, sounding doubtful. “Anyway, I... I guess I should get back to my desk.”

“As you like, dear. I'm always available if something else comes up.”

More footsteps, and then the door closed. Renée immediately reared back, letting Mr Thompson's cock slip from her mouth, and said “She's a stupid cunt and you should fire her.”

He gave her a meek, uncertain look. “You... you know I can't just do that, Renée. She's been doing good work and-”

“And what?” ask Renée sharply. “And she's got nice fat tits? And she smiles and fawns over you like an idiot? Give me a break, Gary. Dump the girl.”

“I, I can't just keep firing everyone you dislike, Renée.”

“No?” she asked. “And why's that?” She cupped his balls in her hand. “Because you're the one in charge here?” Mr Thompson stiffened as she squeezed lightly, letting her nails dig into his wrinkled flesh.

“I, I mean I can't!” he gasped. “Please, Renée, HR is still on my case about the last one! Marie was a stellar employee, no complaints. If I fire another employee so soon without a good reason again, there will be an investigation! Just, just give her three months, okay? If you still don't like her, I can get rid of her then!”

Renée squeezed a little harder for a few seconds, enjoying the way he squirmed, then relaxed. “Fine,” she said. “Three months. If she even lasts that long. But for the next three months, whether she stays or not...” She tightened her grip suddenly, making him gasp in pain, “these shriveled old balls get no relief. Figure out an excuse for your wife, and think of something to keep your hands busy. If I suspect you've cum without my permission, I will literally tear these off and make you eat them. Do you understand?”

“Yes!” he said quickly.

“Yes what?” she asked, not easing up.

“Yes, Miss Mallory!”

“Good,” she said, finally releasing his balls and standing up. Mr Thompson slumped back into his chair, panting. “And don't worry, Gary,” she said sweetly. “I'll still give you plenty of attention down there while you're in the office.” She clacked her teeth, and was amused to see him cringe. Then she turned on her heels and stalked out of his office, sitting back down in her own desk just outside it. That would teach the old fool to treat her with a little more respect.

Renée had no intention of waiting for months, of course. That bitch Felicia was up to something, she just knew it. The way she tried to wrap all the men here around her little finger, acting like she was some sweet and innocent darling. Everyone else might be fooled, but Renée knew better.

And there was more than one way to get rid of a troublesome cunt.

“Hello, Felicia,” Renée said flatly, sidling up to the bitch's desk. “We need to talk.” Felicia looked as insufferably cute as ever, wearing blue jeans and a fuzzy pink sweater that clung to her busty frame. Her blonde hair, cut just above her ears, had a streak of pink in the exact same shade going down the front.

“Of course, Miss Mallory!” Felicia said quickly, putting down her phone. Renée eyed the device coldly.

“You know that browsing the internet isn't allowed while in the office, right?”

“It isn't?” the blonde asked. “I'm sorry, I didn't know! I see lots of other people on the internet all the time, so I thought-”

“I doubt that,” Renée said.

“No, really,” Felicia said, craning her neck to look. “Mr Michaels is reading some kind of sports thingy over there, and Mrs Jones is browsing Etsy, and-”

“What I meant,” Renée said, talking over her loudly, “is that I doubt you were thinking. Nothing that I've seen from you so far suggests your skull contains anything but empty air.”

“...oh,” said Felicia dejectedly.

“And what other people do or don't do is irrelevant. Rules are rules, and you had best obey them. Mr Thompson may be too polite to tell you directly, but you are on thin ice already, girl. Don't give me a reason to have you dismissed.”

Felicia shrank back slightly, worried. “Oh, oh no, Miss Mallory. Please, I need this job! I'll do better, I promise!”

Renée gave an unconvinced grunt. “We'll see. You can start by staying late tonight. I have some urgent work for you to do. And since you've apparently been wasting so much company time playing with your phone, it's only appropriate that you begin making that time up immediately.”

“Of course!” Felicia said, risking a shy little smile. “You got it, Miss Mallory! I won't let you down! I'll just let my family know I'll be out late...” She reached for her phone again, but Renée snatched it away.

“What did I just tell you?” she demanded. “You've used this more than enough. I'm sure your family will live if you arrive home a few hours late. If they're upset, you can explain to them that it was your own fault for being lazy and slacking off during normal hours.”

“Yes, Miss Mallory,” Felicia said sadly, watching Renée pocket the phone and walk away.

Renée suppressed a smirk as she returned to her desk and locked Felicia's phone away in a drawer. The bitch was finally starting to understand who was in charge around here. And this was only the beginning. Renée was going to make sure Felicia never got in her way again.

She took out her own phone and dialed the maintenance office downstairs. She informed the administrator that there was going to be an after hours meeting about some sensitive client information, and that she would appreciate it if he asked the cleaning crew to take the night off. He promised to make sure none of his staff came onto the floor.

After that, she double and triple checked that no one else was scheduled to work late tonight before finally letting herself relax. She and Felicia would have the floor all to themselves, and Renée was going to make sure it was a very educational night for the blonde bimbo.

“I'm, um, I'm ready for the special work you wanted,” Felicia squeaked nervously, standing in front of Renée's desk. The office felt very different without all the people in it. The sun had gone down already, and the windows showed nothing but pitch black. The overhead fluorescent lights in the common areas still buzzed over empty chairs and desks, the sound far more noticeable without the usual background noise, but the lights in the offices and meeting rooms had been turned off, creating pools of darkness.

“Good,” Renée said, trying not to show her own anxiety. “Join me in Mr Thompson's office, please.” It wasn't fear that she felt, but giddy excitement. This wasn't her first time dealing with a threat like Felicia; there had been that slut Becky in accounting, and that one annoying redhead. They'd both thought they could challenge her authority here, and they'd learned their mistake the hard way. But there was something special about Felicia. Something about that innocent, smiling face that made Renée want to really dig in her claws and make her suffer.

Felicia followed her into the office. Renée pulled Mr Thompson's seat out from behind the desk to join the one in front of it, then sat down and pointed to the empty chair next to her. “Sit.”

Felicia looked around the room. Mr Thompson made a habit of keeping his surroundings tidy, and the oaken desk was bare. “Where is, um, the work you wanted me-”

“Sit.” The command was icy and final. The blonde gulped and obeyed. The two of them were facing each other now, only inches apart. “We're going to talk about your future here, Felicia.”

“Is this, um, is this about you and Mr Thompson?” Felicia asked. “Because I won't tell anyone, I promise!”

Renée felt her face grow tight. Of course the bitch knew. “I don't know what you're talking about,” she lied. That settled it then. She'd already been determined to make sure Felicia didn't show up to work tomorrow, but now she couldn't back down even if she wanted to. She couldn't give the bitch a chance to squeal to HR.

“Right! Right! Of course,” Felicia said placatingly, holding up her hands. “I, I must have misunderstood something. Forget I said anything.”

Renée stared at her for a long, silent minute, until the blonde began to squirm in her seat. “Take off your sweater, Felicia.”

“What?” the bitch asked dumbly, as if she hadn't understood.

Renée's response was to lean forward and slap her right across the face. She'd been looking forward to that moment all day, and it felt as good as she'd hoped. The blonde's head rocked to the side, and a bright red handprint glowed on her cheek. “Take off your sweater. Now.”

Felicia looked at her with naked fear in her eyes, trembling slightly. “I... I should...” She started to rise up from her chair, and Renée promptly slapped her again, on the other side of her face this time. The blonde collapsed back into her seat, shuddering.

“You will not get up. You will not speak unless spoken to. All you will do, bitch, is take off your sweater.”

“Okay,” Felicia whispered, nodding quickly. “Okay. R-right away, Miss Mallory.” She gripped the hem of her sweater and brought it up and over her head, revealing smooth flesh and a white bra. She held the sweater awkwardly in her hands, fidgeting with it.

“Drop it. And the bra,” Renée said.

Felicia whimpered, but all it took was a raised hand to make her flinch and obey, unclasping it from behind her back. She let both pieces of clothing fall to the ground, giving Renée a good look at her bare chest for the first time. Her tits were full and firm, with no hint of sag. Flawless pink nipples stood at attention, surrounded by perfect, unblemished skin. Renée smirked at them. “Am I making you aroused, Felicia?”

“N-no,” Felicia said, shaking her head. “I'm just... it's cold... may I put my clothes back on, please?” Her voice was small and scared, and it made Renée feel wonderful.

“You may not,” she said sharply. “You will stand, and lay face up across Mr Thompson's desk.” The slaps had cowed the little bitch even more than Renée had expected, because she didn't put up any resistance. She let Renée position her across the front of the desk, her legs and upper body both hanging off the ends.

It wasn't until Renée opened a drawer and took out the duct tape she'd placed earlier that Felicia spoke up. “Oh, please don't do that, Miss Mallory,” she pleaded. “You, you want me to quit, right? I'll do it! I'll quit right now! You'll never see me again!”

Renée slapped her again. “I told you to be quiet, bitch. Can't even do that right.” She slapped her several more times, and the blonde went limp, meekly allowing Renée to duct tape her arms to the desk. She did the same with her legs, leaving Felicia spread eagle and helpless on top of the desk.

“I know your type,” she told Felicia as she rummaged in the drawer for the other item she'd hidden there. “Acting innocent and cute, manipulating everyone around you. But you didn't fool me. I see you in there, laughing at me.” She found what she was looking for, and pulled the wooden switch out with a flourish. “Who's laughing now?”

Felicia's eyes were wide as saucers, and tears were starting to leak, running down her forehead as her head hung upside down off the desk. “No no no no,” she whispered. “Please, Miss Mallory, I don't know what you're talking about! I don't, honest!”

Renée wasn't interested in hearing any more of her lies, so she just slammed the switch down across one of those ripe, perfect breasts. It dug into the soft flesh, then rebounded back up, leaving a red line behind. Felicia screamed, a full-throated sound of pain that continued as Renée struck her breasts a second time, a third, a fourth.

By the time Renée stopped, she'd lost count of how many strokes it had been. Enough to cover Felicia's entire chest with overlapping red lines, some of them turning black and blue. Her arm ached from all the exercise, but it was a good soreness. She let the switch fall, and unbuttoned her pants, sliding them and her panties down. She stepped out of them, then leaned forward to grab two generous handfuls of tit flesh, digging into them with her nails. Felicia's screams had mostly died down during the beating, but they rose to a new crescendo as her tender breasts were crushed and stabbed.

“Lick me, bitch!” Renée demanded, resting her crotch on Felicia's upturned face. She wasn't a lesbian, but that wasn't the point; the pleasure she received from seeing her disgusted and horrified expression was more than enough. She humped her groin against Felicia's head, and felt the dirty slut actually obeying, her tongue flicking out against her slit. The heady rush of power and domination that elicited sent her over the edge, and she ground her pussy against the girl's nose and mouth as she came, smearing them with her juices.

When it was over, she straightened up, breathing hard, and let go of the bitch's mauled tits. Felicia had started crying at some point, and showed no sign of stopping. “You pathetic little cunt,” she said, and spat on her face. “You want to cry? I'll give you something to cry about.” She left, leaving Felicia to sob on top of the desk while she visited one of the conference rooms.

“Please let me go Miss Mallory...” Felicia whined when she came back. “Please... I just wanna go home...”

“You'll leave when I say so, cunt,” Renée snapped. “Until then, since you've been so eager to throw yourself at all the men in the office, I thought I'd do you a favor and fill those holes of yours myself.” She yanked down Felicia's jeans and underwear, revealing a hairy pussy and a small wrinkled asshole. To both her delight and disgust, the woman was soaking wet, sticky lines of juice running down her thighs. “I knew you were a slut,” she said, and slapped her mound with one hand, making Felicia shudder and cry out.

Renée held up the dry eraser, let the bitch see what she was about to do. It was a hard, rectangular thing, about five inches long and a couple inches wide and thick. She smacked down it right in the valley of Felicia's breasts, and then slid it slowly down her body, towards her exposed crotch. “Please,” Felicia begged. “Please, Miss Mallory, I've never... I'm a... a...”

A virgin? Renée could have laughed. This slut was no virgin. And if by some crazy twist of fate she was, well... she shoved the eraser into Felicia's slit, ramming it in deep with the palm of her hand and making the bound girl howl like a banshee. “Not anymore you're not!” she snarled. The eraser slid in deeper and deeper, Felicia's lubed up cunt easily accepting it, until it disappeared behind her pussy lips, which Renée gave a final smack to.

“I suppose you're gonna tell me this ass is virgin too,” she remarked. Felicia gave no response, too busy sobbing and wailing over her stuffed cunt. But Renée knew how to get her attention. The blonde bimbo's entire body went completely stiff and rigid as she forced the thick dry erase marker into that tiny rosebud, until just the capped end poked out of her.

Felicia screamed, louder and longer than any noise she'd made so far. And then it rose an octave as Renée shoved a second marker into her violated asshole, and a third. Her previously tight anal ring was now gaping open, a dark ring around the three crammed in markers. Renée gave all three a good smack with the palm of her hand, and the bitch bucked like she'd been electrocuted, biting her lip almost hard enough to draw blood.

“I should just leave you like this,” Renée told her. “Let you think about your sins all night.”

“Noooo,” Felicia bawled, snot running out her nose to join the tears. She looked pathetic and weak and small, just as she should. “Noooooo! It hurts so bad, Miss Mallory! Don't leave me like this!”

For a moment, Renée was actually tempted to do it. The bitch could certainly use the lesson. But come morning, the office would be full of people again. She needed to clean up any evidence, and get home in time early enough for at least a few hours of sleep.

Besides, all of this had just been the foreplay. It was time for the real fun.

She took her time putting her underwear and pants back on, giving Felicia a few minutes to appreciate her situation, and herself the time to savor it. Once she was fully dressed, she approached the sobbing little whore, who cringed as Renée loomed over her. “I suppose if I let you go now, I'd never see you again, right?” she asked Felicia, putting a hand on her stomach. “All of your things would already be gone tomorrow morning? All anyone would find is a handwritten note explaining that you were too stupid to handle the workload, and don't want to waste Mr Thompson's time and goodwill anymore? Does that about sum it up?”

“Yes!” the bitch agreed, nodding her head furiously. “That's exactly it! I'll leave forever and never bother you again! I swear!”

“Mm hmm,” Renée said noncommittally, and slid her hand up to wrap lightly around the slut's neck. “You think I'm stupid, don't you?”

“No, Miss Mallory, really, I'd-gaghhhk!” Renée's fingers tightened around Felicia's neck, cutting off her begging.

“You're just like the other two,” Renée told her. “They thought I was stupid too. Thought they could just say whatever I wanted to hear, and I'd believe them.” She leaned in close, one hand on the desk, the other still clamped around the struggling blonde's neck. “But I know better,” she whispered into Felicia's ear. “I know that cockroaches like you don't go away unless they're exterminated.”

The first one, Becky, had been completely spontaneous. Renée had just been teaching the a girl a lesson by choking her, and the joy of having that little bitch completely at her mercy, of literally holding her life in her hand, had overwhelmed her. Before she'd realized what she was doing, she'd crushed the slut's windpipe. It had felt incredible, a rush of power magnitudes greater than any sexual excitement she'd ever felt.

The redhead she'd planned in advance. That time had been more deliberate, more relaxed. There was no frantic rush to cover up the murder like with Becky; she'd known where she could dump the body when she was done, knew that no one would ask too many questions when the girl disappeared.

Felicia squawked something unintelligible, her face turning red. Renée began to tighten her grip, savoring the moment. Just a few more seconds, and then the bitch would never trouble her ever again...

Renée had been in Mr Thompson's office so often that the sound of its door creaking open was as familiar as her own heartbeat, and it took her a moment to realize its significance. She turned around just in time to see a fist coming right at her head, and then everything went black.

Renée's head felt fuzzy as she began to wake up, like her brains had been packed in wool. She opened her eyes slightly, then quickly shut them again as harsh light stabbed at her. The back of her head was pounding. What had happened?

There were voices. “Aww, come on, Felix, you gotta admit it!” said a familiar one, sounding exasperated. Was that Felicia? “This was ridiculous, even for you.”

“I'm being ridiculous?” answered another voice gruffly, unfamiliar and male. “First no phone call to let us know you'd be out late, then no answer when I call you, and I'm being ridiculous for going out to look for you?”

Felicia huffed. “You didn't have to bring a whole army with you, didja? What exactly were you expecting to find?”

“We were all worried about you,” said a third voice, this one female. “And we were right to, so stop hounding your brother.”

“But Rosie...”

“Don't you 'but Rosie' me, girl! If we'd shown up just a little bit later, you would've been dead! And then I would have had to kill myself, so I could go down to Hell and give you a good thrashing!”

Renée couldn't follow heads or tails of the conversation. All she knew was that her head really, really hurt. She risked opening her eyes again, and groaned as the light assaulted her once more.

“Oh, she's awake!” said Felicia. “Welcome back, sleepyhead!” Renée blinked her eyes, trying to get them to adjust. That was... that was the ceiling of Mr Thompson's office. That meant she was lying on her back on the floor? No, on his desk. She tried to quickly sit up and immediately regretted it, as invisible hammers slammed into her skull and her vision swam nauseatingly. She laid back down, expecting a burst of pain when her head made contact with the hard wood, but there was something soft and warm back there instead, which she belatedly realized had been there the whole time.

“Careful now, careful,” Felicia said gently, appearing at Renée's side. “You fell and hit your head on the desk. Took a real nasty bump back there. Don't think it's a concussion, but you should take it easy for the next couple minutes until we're sure.” The blonde had her bra back on, but she was otherwise topless. Renée gingerly reached a hand up to her head, and confirmed that her pillow was the girl's sweater.

“What... what happened?” she mumbled, trying to shake off the mental fog. She'd been in here with Felicia, about to get rid of the bitch for good, and then, and the door had opened? “Did you-?” She stopped herself, realizing that she'd been about to ask if Felicia had called the police. No sense putting that idea in the bitch's head if it wasn't there already. She might still be able to talk her way out of this situation.

She flinched as someone else suddenly appeared in her field of vision: a young man she'd never seen before, with blonde hair and a goatee. “That's what I wanna know!” he snapped. “The fuck were you doing with my sister in here?!”

With an effort, Renée turned her head to take in the rest of the room. There were six people in here with her: Felicia, the young man, and two more men and women. Felicia was the only one she recognized. She swallowed, trying to focus. “I... I was...”

“We were playing,” said Felicia sharply. “That's all.” She turned to look down at Renée, and her tone softened. “Did you have fun playing with me, Renée? I tried so hard to be a good victim for you.” Her face twisted with fear suddenly, and wetness appeared at the corners of her eyes. “Please let me go, Miss Mallory...” she said in a scared, pleading voice. “Please... I just wanna go home...” As suddenly as it had appeared, the look of terror on her face vanished. She giggled and flicked the tears away with a finger.

“That's just goddamn unnatural,” said the young man.

“Oh?” Felicia asked, arching an eyebrow. “I never hear any complaints when you're the one tying me up and fucking me, Felix.” Her smiling expressions stayed in place, but the tenor of her voice changed again. “No, sir, please! Not my ass! You'll kill meee~~~~!”

“That's different,” he said defensively. “I'm your brother. You know I ain't gonna hurt ya. This bitch was about to choke you to death.”

Her brother? And they were saying that they liked to... ugh! Disgusting freaks! Renée groaned again, and tried to sit up one more time. Her head protested, but she managed to get upright. “I... you are mistaken, young man. I had... no such intention at any time. Your sister has been lazing about the office every day, getting no work done and distracting everyone around her. What you saw was an attempt to scare her a little, for her own good. She was never in any real danger.”

It was a flimsy lie, but it was a start. They couldn't prove she'd been trying to kill the little brat, not if she stuck to her story. They could get her on assault charges, and she'd almost definitely lose her job, but she'd survive. She could probably get away with nothing but a bit of community service, and she had enough money stockpiled thanks to fat old Mr Thompson that she could live quite comfortably for a number of years without working if she had to.

“See?” Felicia said, though she sounded unconvinced. “I was perfectly fine the whole time, thank you very much. You feeling a little better now, Renée?” She reached a hand out to touch the brunette's cheek, but Renée slapped it away.

“I'm fine,” she growled, “and your brother and your, your friends here are trespassing. If they don't leave immediately, I will be forced to call Security and have them escorted from the building.” She did feel better. Her head hadn't stopped pounding yet, but she felt like she was finally regaining some control over her situation. Confidence, that was the key here. They only had as much power as she gave them, and she wasn't going to lose to that little bitch.

“Oh, we ain't leaving anytime soon, cunt,” Felix snarled. “Not until you pay for what you did!”

“Hush now, Felix, hush,” Felicia said quickly. “Just give her a minute, alright? The poor thing's still recovering. Now Renée, as long as we've got this chance to talk, I think you deserve to know you were right about me.”

“Of course I was right,” Renée said automatically, though she didn't really know what the girl was talking about.

“Not about the whole,” Felicia wiggled her fingers, “conniving girl out to manipulate people thing. I really am this bouncy and cute and cheerful all the time, excepting when my brother opens his big fat mouth. It's why our mama likes to call me her insufferable little ball of sunshine. But you were right that there's a bit more to me than just a big smile and a can-do attitude. You see, Felix and me, we run a kind of business together, and these other folks here are a few of our good friends and coworkers. You'd probably call what we do human trafficking, though it's a little more complicated than that, and we've been doing real good branching into the entertainment industry lately.”

“We worked out a really impressive business model,” her brother said eagerly, his earlier anger seemingly forgotten. “We call ourselves Felix and Felicia's-”

The blonde put her hand up to stop him. “She don't need the advertising pitch, Felix,” she said sharply. “And that ain't our name anyhow, don't you even start with me.” Her brother grumbled and his scowl returned, but he didn't say anything further.

Felicia sighed, and then smiled and then looked the brunette right in the eyes. “Look, the long and short of it, Renée, is that we kidnap, rape, and torture women like you for fun and profit. Usually there's a lot of legwork involved, but you just kinda fell into our laps tonight, and we're gonna make the most of it.

“So what's gonna happen in just a minute, cause it looks like your head's getting better and we don't gotta worry about you passing out or dying or something in the middle, is that I'm gonna fuck you, and my brother Felix here is gonna fuck you, and my friends Jimmy and Gordon there are gonna fuck you, and of course my dear pals Alice and Rosie over there are gonna fuck you.” She pointed to each one of them in turn as she spoke. The four strangers smiled and waved when their names came up, while Felix just scowled harder. “We're gonna take whatever we want from you, and we're gonna hurt you while we're at it, cause that's half the fun. I expect you're gonna try to fight, and that's okay, cause we like it when they fight. And when we're done, we're gonna take you back home with us so we can keep doing it over and over until you're so far gone that it's no fun anymore and we sell you off to somebody. You got all that?”

Renée tried to keep a straight face, but she just couldn't help it; she burst out laughing. She'd had a feeling the bitch was going to try and use her numbers to intimidate her, maybe even threaten to hurt her, but this? Pretending to be human traffickers? That was the stuff of action movies and dramatic television shows, not real life! And when it happened, it was done by big, muscly thugs from somewhere like South America or Eastern Europe, scary guys with scars and tattoos, not some dainty Southern twat who barely came up to her shoulder! “That's... that's the most absurd thing I've… I've ever heard...” she said, trying to control herself.

The others joined in with her laughter, and for a moment Renée thought they were laughing with her, as amused by Felicia's pathetic lie as she was. But then one of them said “God damn, Felicia, you sure found us a dumb one this time!” and they all laughed even harder, and her amusement vanished in an instant, replaced by cool rage. They thought they could laugh at her, just because there was six of them and one of her?

She pushed away the remaining pain in her head and stood, wobbling only a little. If these idiots had called the police while she'd been unconscious, they would've been here by now. She'd go home, pack some things, and spend the night in a motel just in case. It had been a long evening, and she didn't want to spend a moment longer with these laughing hyenas.

“Aww, don't laugh at her,” Felicia admonished, though she wore a wide, bright smile that contrasted with her tone. “She just don't know any better, that's all! Renée's been a big fish in a little pond all this time.” Her teeth gleamed. “Ain't her fault she don't recognize sharks!”

Renée stepped forward, intending to push her way through them and out the door, but Felicia blocked her way. The blonde suddenly seized her hair in both hands and pulled Renée's head towards her. Still a little woozy, the brunette didn't react fast enough to prevent Felicia from drawing her into a kiss. She tried to squirm away, but Felicia had an iron grip on her hair, and she couldn't stop the woman's tongue from eagerly exploring the inside of her mouth.

Felicia broke the kiss off after about half a minute. “Mmm,” she purred, pulling her head back and licking her lips. “I love the taste of fresh fuckmeat.” Then she slammed her head forward and headbutted Renée right in the nose.

Renée stumbled back, dazed and in pain, and smacked into someone behind her, who shoved her violently forward, towards Felix. The young man balled up his fist and punched her in the eye. She almost fell backwards from the blow, but again she was caught and pushed, this time towards one of the women, who punched her square in the stomach.

She was manhandled like this for several more minutes, shoved this way and that, punched and kicked, until she finally lost her balance completely and tumbled to the ground. More kicks rained down, targeting her face, buttocks, her chest, her stomach, her groin. She tried to curl up into a ball to protect herself, but there were too many of them, coming at her from too many angles.

A hand seized her by the hair and hauled her up to her knees. Renée was too stunned to resist as someone wedged something round and plastic behind her teeth. There was a cock right in front of her, its owner's pants and underwear around his ankles, and there were hands on the back of her head, pushing her forward. She immediately braced her own hands against the man's legs, holding him away from her. She was so close that his cock was already just inside her mouth, the head rubbing the inside of her cheek. She could feel the people behind trying to push her farther, force it in deeper, and she resisted with all her strength.

The struggle lasted only a few seconds before someone else grabbed hold of her arms and wrenched them behind her back. She felt something thin and hard go around her wrists, locking them in place. The hands pushed again, and Renée gurgled helplessly as this time the waiting cock went much further than before, penetrating her throat. She'd never tried deepthroat, never even had a blowjob where she wasn't in complete control, and she gagged. She tried desperately to bite down, eager to chew this stranger's filthy dick right off, but that damn thing they'd put in her mouth stopped her. The hands on her head pulled her back, until the head of the cock was brushing her lips, and then slammed her forward again, getting even deeper.

This happened three more times before she lost control of her stomach and vomited, greenish bile bubbling out her mouth to splat onto the carpet. Harsh laughter erupted from all around her. “Disgusting slut!” screeched the woman Felicia had called Rosie. She was a plump, older woman with frizzy red hair. “Puking all over Gordon's cock! You filthy, gross cunt!”

“Aww, she's just trying to do us a favor,” said the hulking, heavyset man called Jimmy, chuckling. “She knows how much cum we're going to be pumping into her stomach tonight, so she's making room.”

Hot tears of frustration leaked from Renée's eyes. She hadn't done it because she'd wanted to! They'd forced her! She wasn't disgusting! They were the disgusting ones! “Fug yuuh!” she shouted, her words distorted by the gag and the cock still drilling her mouth.

Everyone laughed even harder. “The fuck did the bitch just say?” Jimmy asked. “I can never understand when people talk with their mouths full.”

“Don't worry, I speak a little fuckmeat,” one of the women said, dark haired and rail thin. “I'm 90% certain she said 'I'm a little puke slut'.”

More laughter, and a couple of them made exaggerated sounds of disgust. Rosie snapped her fingers. “Felicia, is this the girl you were telling us about, the one that sucks your boss off every day?”

“Yep!” Felicia affirmed. “She actually thought it was a secret, the poor thing. As though folks that came in here couldn't see her heels wiggling under the desk. But Mr Thompson's a sweetheart, and no one wants him to get in any trouble.” She giggled. “Mrs. Jones likes to call her “cum breath” when she's not around, because you can smell it plain as day after lunch.”

“See, it all makes sense!” Alice said. “She must've found out about her nickname, and decided to change it! She wants to be 'puke breath' now!”

Renée's face burned with humiliation. They'd known? They'd all known, and laughed about it behind her back? No! No! “Shuhh uhhhp!” She screamed. “Shuuhh uhhh-- uhhh! Guhhh!! Uhggghh!!” The brunette hadn't realized that the forceful screaming would open her throat, allowing the man raping it to penetrate just a little bit deeper. That set off her already overstimulated gag reflex, which in turn resulted in another fresh wave of vomit.

“Hot damn!” crowed Jimmy. “What's the translation on that one, Alice?”

“Oh, that's an easy one. 'Thank you for my wonderful new name, masters! Let me show my appreciation by puking some more!'”

Laughter! More laughter! When would they stop laughing at her?! Renée was about to scream at them again when the one raping her clutched the back of her head, and pulled her towards his crotch. Her nose was buried in her pubic hair as she felt his cock pulse inside her throat, sending jets of cum down into her stomach. Some of it got stuck in her throat instead, making it hard to breathe. When he pulled out, she coughed and choked, spitting up gooey strands of sperm.

Before she'd even caught her breath, someone was picking her up. A pair of hands under her thighs hoisted her up into the air, and she found herself being held up by Felicia's brother. She could see now that he was the only one in the room not smiling or laughing. He was glaring at her, raw hate in his eyes. “Nobody's ever called me a ball of sunshine,” he told her gruffly. “And I've broken down a lot of bitches, but most of them didn't try and murder my sister. I'm gonna make you pay for that.”

He slammed her up against the wall, and she gasped as his cock sank into her. He reared back and then slammed her against the wall again, hard enough to knock the wind out of her. Each agonizing thrust felt like he was trying to smash right through her. “As far as I'm concerned,” growled, his face only inches from hers, “you're nothing but a punching bag. A disposable punching bag. I'm gonna hurt you and fuck you until there ain't a trace of murderous cunt left in there, just a sad whimpering bitch who knows her place. And then I'm gonna pound that bitch into little pieces.” As if to prove his point, he punched her hard in the kidneys. She gurgled and sputtered at the sudden sharp, nauseating pain.

“You hear that sound she just made?” Alice called out. “That's fuckmeat for 'do it again'!”

Felix sneered and followed the woman's suggestion, striking her in the opposite kidney this time. Renée gasped, nearly overwhelmed by the pain, and he didn't let up. Another slam into the wall. Another. Another hit to her kidneys. Another slam. Another punch.

A cheer went up when her body gave in and vomited for a third time in barely as many minutes. It was just thin, watery bile this time, mixed with cum. “That one, that's fuckmeat for 'I love you, master',” Alice said. “Puke Breath's just a sweet little submissive once you get to know her.”

Renée's stomach twisted up again as Felix suddenly swung her around in a half circle, his own back now to the wall, but she managed to keep control of it. “Felicia!” he barked. “Gimme a hand with this cunt!”

“Why you gotta tease me like that, Felix?” the blonde whined sadly, “You know I'd love to, but I don't bring that kind of stuff to work!”

“Don't worry, hon, I brought an extra,” said Rosie. “You know how I like to be prepared.”

“Oh, you're just the sweetest thing alive, Rosie!” exclaimed Felicia. “Ooh, and it's one of the large ones too!”

Dazed, nauseous, and hurting, Renée was having trouble following their conversation, but she wasn't left in the dark for long, as something cold and hard pressed against her anus and began to push. She immediately clenched her asshole, determined to keep it out. She'd never had anything back there, and she was going to keep it that way, damn it! Her resistance worked, and the dildo made no progress.

“Aww, you don't want me in your asshole, Renée?” Felicia asked. She stopped trying to push her way in, and instead began sliding the length of it up and down the brunette's ass crack. “But feel how long and thick Rosie's strap-on is. You're gonna love how good it churns up your guts! Won't you let me tear up your asshole, Renée? Pretty please?” She embraced her from behind, her hands crossed and on Renée's breasts, humping her crotch against the woman's backside. “Pretty pretty please? With sugar on top?”

“Fugk yuu, bitshh,” Renée spat, her gagged mouth only slightly more intelligible when not filled with cock.

“I think that was-” Alice began, but Felicia interrupted.

“Thank you Alice, but I know what that one was. Renée's saying she's just a little nervous, and wants some lube. Gordon, would you be a dear and go find the kitchen? There should be a red squeeze bottle in the fridge, with a cute little cock on the front. Can't miss it.”

The one who'd just raped her mouth, a tall Hispanic man with long black hair, nodded and jogged away. Renée had no idea what Felicia was talking about in the fridge, but she didn't care to find out either. She tried to struggle away from Felix, but he'd stopped fucking her, leaving a good nine inches of stiff cock buried in her that blocked her efforts to slide away. The head of his dick was butting up against her cervix, an unfamiliar and profoundly unpleasant feeling.

“It's been so long since we fucked the same girl, Felix,” Felicia said, looking past Renée at her brother. “I really missed this. Thank you.”

“You come back to work, you can do this with me every day,” he said stiffly, meeting her gaze. “Still don't know why you had to leave in the first place.”

“I told you, sometimes a girl gets an itch to work some honest days in her life. Besides, we're between seasons right now. You know I'll be back day one of filming, but it feels good to stretch my legs and try something different while I've got the opportunity. I really am grateful to that Mr Thompson. I couldn't exactly put 'breaking down feisty cunts' in the skills section of the resumé. I'm so glad he took a chance on me.”

“I... I guess I understand...” He sighed. “Sorry we all barged in like this.”

“No, it's been fun! And, you know, maybe I was in a teeny, tiny little bit of distress. I shouldn't have snapped in the first place. I was just feeling defensive, like you didn't trust me to be able to get by without you. But it's nice having you all here. Nothing makes a girl feel warm and loved like cavalry showing up to save the day. So thank you for barging in, Felix. You're a good brother, even if you got them tiny brains.”

He snorted. “I love you too, Felicia.”

“Got it!” Gordon announced, reentering the room. “Sorry it took a minute. I thought you meant, you know, the other kind of cock.”

Felicia giggled as she took it from him and undid the cap. “No, silly! That would certainly be an eye catching logo, but I think they'd have a little trouble selling that in the grocery store.”

Renée clenched her anus again, but couldn't stop the plastic tip from penetrating her. Felicia squeezed the bottle, and some kind of thick liquid began to spurt into the brunette. She had a second to feel disgusted at the sensation, and then the agony began. “AAAAAaaaaaaaAAAAAAAAaaggggghhHHHHH!!!!” she screamed as her guts burned. She was on fire! She was on fire!! The bitch must have poured gasoline into her asshole!! She continued to scream and shriek, her bound hands trying desperately to reach her anal ring so she could pat out the flames.

“I don't think she likes sriracha too much,” observed Gordon.

“Maybe she's just sad she didn't get a taste,” said Felicia. “Bottoms up, Renée!” She held the bottle up to the brunette's face and squeezed again. Renée sputtered and gagged as a steady stream of hot sauce shot into her mouth. The blonde didn't stop until she'd emptied the entire bottle down Renée's throat, then tossed it aside before embracing the woman again and nestling her strapon against her asshole. Even if Renée hadn't been too distracted to keep clenching, her anal ring was now slick with sauce, and gave in after just a few seconds of pressure.

Renée convulsed as the thick dildo began making slow but steady progress into her guts. “Nuohhhhh,” she wailed hoarsely, her mouth and throat on fire now too. They couldn't do this to her! She was already being raped! She was already sore and nauseous and burning! They couldn't rape her ass too! They just couldn't! Someone had to stop them, and tell them it was too much! “Yuhh cahnt!” she tried to tell Felicia. “Yuhh cahhnnnnnt! Yuhhh caaaahhhhhnnnnt!!”

“Oh, I can, though,” the blonde whispered sultrily into Renée's ear, as though she understood exactly what the woman was thinking. “I can do aaaa~nything I want to you, Renée. We all can. Whatever we want, whenever we want. And when we're done with you tonight?” She nibbled on the woman's ear. “Then we bring you back home, and this becomes the rest of your life.”

“Nuohhhhh! Nuohhhhh!”

“Don't worry about it too much, cunt,” Felix said softly, the only one close enough to hear his sister's words. “I'll be doing my best to make it a short life.” He'd been standing still up to that point, letting Felicia do her thing, but after saying that he delivered another gut wrenching kidney punch and began pumping Renée once more.

“You were so smart to suggest the lube, Renée!” Felicia said at a more normal volume, as she started joining her brother in shafting the woman between them. “It's making it much easier to fuck you! Doesn't it feel so good to have something filling up your backside, rubbing your guts like this?” She giggled. “You were such a tease earlier, sticking those markers up my butt and just leaving them there! I had to bite my lip to keep from begging you to fuck me with them! It's so hard to play the victim sometimes. But I'm not gonna tease you, Renée. You're gonna get all the rough, hard anal pounding I can deliver, sweetie.”

Felix and Felicia fell into smooth rhythm. They would pull back at the same time, then slam into their victim, ramming real and fake cock as deep as they would go. For Felicia, that meant forcing ten thick inches of rubber into the brunette's stinging, burning rectal passage, while Felix banged into Renée's cervix like he was trying to break it open.

Each dual thrust would make Renée jolt like she'd been electrocuted and let out a short, pained yelp. She bounced helplessly between them, unable to form much in the way of coherent thought anymore. Everything hurt. Her face, her throat, her ass, her sides, her kidneys, her crotch, her arms, her legs. This wasn't how things were supposed to go. It wasn't fair. It wasn't. She was supposed to be in charge. She was supposed to be the one with all the power.

The siblings' synchronized fucking lasted until Felix came. Renée was clearly out of it at that point, her eyes glazed over and a line of drool hanging from her mouth, so he made sure to get her attention with a final kidney punch. Unlike the others, which had been quick jabs, this time he ground in with his knuckles, digging into her soft, tender flesh. It wasn't until she retched and threw up for the fourth time that he allowed himself to cum, pulling her down onto his cock to get maximum penetration one last time. Renée shuddered as she felt his warm, sticky seed filling her insides.

He pulled out, leaving behind a red, gaping slit that dribbled cum down one leg. Renée slumped forward, still seated on Felicia's strap-on. Before she could even begin to feel relieved that the rape was over, the blonde used both hands to pull her pussy lips painfully wide apart, showing Renée's raw, cum-slick hole off to the others. “Who's my next dance partner?” Felicia called out eagerly.

“I am!” said Jimmy. “Get her on the desk,” he told Felicia. “I wanna really lay into this bitch.”

“Sure thing!” said Felicia. She carefully laid face up on the desk, with Renée on top of her. The brunette saw Jimmy looming over her, easily a foot taller and twice her weight, and realized what he was about to do. “Nuhhhh!” she insisted, trying to squirm out of the way. “Nuhhhhh!!!” It was no good. Jimmy fell on top of them both, crushing Renée between them with his massive body. Their height difference meant that her entire face was buried in his sweaty, flabby belly. He humped her as his fat cock sank into her open pussy, sliding slick, hairy rolls of blubber across her entire body.

“I don't think she likes you very much, Jimmy,” said Rosie, sniggering.

“You think so, Rosie?” Jimmy asked, as he fucked Renée in large, powerful strokes, smashing himself against her whole body each time. Every time he reared back, Felicia would lift the brunette's ass up and off her strap-on until only the head was still in, letting the sudden impact of Jimmy's weight drive the entire length back into her guts. The man was too wide for her to wrap her legs around, so she'd settled for resting her heels on his backside, using them to pull him in even closer. “Well, you know, I always gotta be real careful about my weight when I make love. I try to be slow and gentle, make sure my partner is having a good time.”

“Mm hmm,” Rosie agreed, a wicked smile on her face as she watched Renée's legs dance and twist in the air, expressing her raw agony over her rough treatment.. “I know that very well. You're like a warm, cuddly teddy bear whenever we're knocking boots.”

“Thank you, Rosie! That means a lot. My point is, I gotta be careful when I make love, but I ain't making love right now, am I? I'm just fucking a fleshlight. A stupid, screaming fleshlight with a nice tight cunny to use. Don't gotta care about crushing a fleshlight, or suffocating it, or going too fast, cause it ain't a person, just a warm hole.”

“Nuhhhhh!!” Renée protested, screaming through the blubber. “Uhmm uhh puhhhthun! Uhm uh puhhhthunnn!!” Cruel laughter rang out in response.

“Ah'm a perthon! Ah'm a perthon!” Jimmy repeated in a mocking falsetto lisp, drawing more laughter. “Not anymore, you stupid bitch,” he said in a more normal tone. “That ended the moment you decided to put your hands on my very dear friend. Now you're just... a fleshlight!” He punctuated the last word with a hard belly slap that knocked the back of her head against the desk. “And I wanna hear you say it. Until you do, I'm gonna keep fucking you silly! I can go all night if I gotta!”

Never, Renée swore to herself. This fat piece of shit wasn't going to make her debase herself. She was stronger and tougher than any of them, than all of them put together! She braced herself and resisted, determined to hold out for as long as it took. Long minutes passed as Jimmy kept slamming his weight down onto her, making her feel like she'd been hit by a car every time.

He had to finish soon. She just had to endure. But it hurt. It hurt and it hurt and it hurt and it hurt and please stop and it hurt and it hurt and it hurt and oh god and it hurt and it hurt and make it stop and it hurt and it hurt and “Uumm uhh fessshh aiiight! Umm uh fesshh aaightt!! Jusssh sshtawp!” she wailed as something broke inside her. Tears ran down her cheeks as she sobbed like a child.

Everyone in the room laughed. At her submission. At her tears. At her. The sound of it rang in her ears, echoing down to her very soul. But Jimmy stopped. Oh thank god he stopped. Renée could breathe properly for the first time in what seemed like ages, her body no longer crushed beneath his. She panted, exhausted and humiliated and scared.

“That's right,” Jimmy said. “You're just a pathetic little fleshlight.” And then he spat in her face. “And fleshlights are meant to be fucked.” And he smashed back into her. Everyone laughed harder, and Renée sobbed harder, as he pummeled her for several more minutes before falling onto her one last time, crushing her as his cock squirted a fresh load into her pussy.

“Who's next?” Felicia called out, as Jimmy rolled off of the brunette and gave her pussy a sharp slap that made her yelp before leaving. No one answered.

“Looks like the fuckmeat's drained all their cocks for a minute,” Alice observed, looking around at the three men. “Guess that means the ladies get a turn.”

“Finally,” said Rosie with a mean smile. “Time to make this little bitch hurt.”

Renée was not a lesbian. Though she'd derived great enjoyment from making Felicia lick her earlier in the evening, a time that seemed a lifetime ago by now, it hadn't been due to sexual desire. Her pleasure and resulting orgasm had come entirely from degrading the bitch and making her submit to her will, and had nothing to do with her gender. On the contrary, a large part of the thrill had come from her innate belief that a woman pleasuring another woman was a perverse, disgusting act, making it all the sweeter to force someone else into doing it.

These women didn't care about any of that though.

Renée squirmed on the floor, trying without success to get away from them as they laid there with her, their bodies pressed tight against hers in a dog pile. They were stroking her with both hands and feet, sliding flesh against flesh, rubbing their crotches and chests against her skin. Alice and Rosie had their mouths latched on her nipples, eagerly licking and sucking at the nubs. Sometimes they'd go wandering elsewhere, licking her neck, nibbling her shoulder, kissing her stomach, but they'd always come back to her nipples.

Felicia's tongue stayed fixed on her clit, teasing the delicate bud in slow, circular patterns. Whenever she wasn't running her nails lightly over Renée's flesh, raising goosebumps wherever they traveled, her fingers were exploring the brunette's pussy and asshole, gently twisting and pumping.

“Shtop idd!” Renée demanded through her gag for the millionth time. The only response was a giggle from Felicia. This wasn't right! She wasn't a lesbian! This wasn't supposed to... to feel so good! Despite all her aches and pains, her body was reacting to their touch, heat slowly but steadily building in her groin.

She closed her eyes, trying to block out the sensations, but that just made it worse, so she opened them and looked around the office instead, hoping to distract herself. Jimmy and Gordon were both watching the show with leers, a hand on their crotches, while Felix just glowered at her with hate in his eyes. They'd taken a trip to the vending machine at some point, and were all sipping drinks. Her own throat was still raw and burning, and she stared jealously at their beverages.

Gordon noticed the look and waggled his bottle of water at her. “You want the rest of this, bitch?” She nodded without even thinking about it, her eyes fixed on the sloshing liquid. “I'll make you a deal then: you agree to drink my piss, and I'll let you chase it down with this.”

Renée gagged at the very idea. “Nohhhh!! Yuuuh... yuuhhr awlll fffilthh!” she snarled. “Fugking perrvertsh!!”

“Fair enough,” he said easily, then sat the bottle down on the desk and walked over to the pile. “Excuse me, ladies.” He crouched down by Renée's head, and put a hand on her chin to tilt her face towards him. His other hand pointed his cock at her mouth.

She had only a second to realize his intention, and then the stream of urine shot out of his dick and hit the back of her mouth. Renée sputtered and tried to turn her head away, but he had a tight grip on her chin, and the gag stopped her from closing her mouth or even just spitting the disgusting liquid out.

When her mouth was nearly overflowing with his filth, he stopped. “Bottoms up!” he said cheerfully, and took his hand off his cock to pinch her nostrils shut. Renée fought the urge to swallow, but her only alternative was to drown in his piss, and eventually she gave in and gulped it down. He immediately let go of her nose and pointed his dick at her again.

Renée was forced to swallow two more mouthfuls of his piss before he was finally done, wiping the tip of his cock with her hair and standing up. “You make a good toilet,” he told her. “I think you'll be my new favorite back at the office.”

“I... I sedd nohhhh!” she all but screamed at him. “Yuuuh fuggk!” She stared at the water bottle on the desk even more desperately than before, now that she had the awful taste of him coating her tongue. At least the horrible ordeal was over and done with, and now she could have some water.

“Yeah, I know,” Gordon said, and picked up the bottle. “That's why you're not getting any of this.” He dumped it, still more than half full, into the waste basket by the desk. “Your loss, toilet.”

Renée moaned in frustration, looking helplessly at the waste basket. It wasn't fair. It wasn't fair!

“Aww, don't mind him, Renée,” Felicia said, pulling her head back to address her. “You'll get used to the taste of pee soon enough, I promise. Why don't you just relax and enjoy your time with us girls?” She buried her head back into the brunette's crotch, her tongue finding the woman's clit again.

That was the last thing Renée wanted to do, but she could no longer deny the effect the women were having on her. Despite how wretched she felt, her body was responding to the stimulation. Her nipples were red and hard as Alice and Rose sucked on them, and there were soft wet sounds whenever Felicia's fingers prodded her slit. These vile, hateful bitches were determined to make her cum, and she wasn't going to be able to stop them. Feeling humiliated, she let go, and surrendered herself to the approaching orgasm.

And then Renée screamed as Felicia bit down on her clitoris, grinding it between her teeth. Alice and Rosie were doing the same thing to her nipples, chewing at the sensitive flesh like they were working through a tough piece of meat. She bucked and twisted as even more agony hit her system. They'd dug into her sides with their nails, leaving long bloody trails. And Felicia's fingers, still buried in her, were scratching at her inner walls, tearing up her insides.

She screamed and screamed as all three women viciously tortured her like that for what felt like an eternity. By the time they stopped, she was weeping, and all rumblings of an orgasm were completely out of her system. She'd never hurt so badly in her life. Even being anally raped by Felicia a little while ago hadn't felt so sharp and severe as this.

Then she felt the blonde's tongue return to her clit.

“Nuohhhh!!!” Renée shrieked, terrified. “Nuoohhhhhh!!!!! Nohht aggehhhhhhhnn!!!!” She knew this terrible game, knew it all too well. This was supposed to be hers.

“You're lucky I'm not gonna chew these nipples right off and spit them down your throat,” Rosie growled. “You'd deserve no less for what you tried to do to poor Felicia, you evil little bitch. Only reason you get to keep them is because I want to keep you fuckable. So quit your whining and take it.”

“I don't see why we can't give her a chance,” Alice purred. “Here, let's try this. You two keep taking good care of her.” She rose up onto her knees and straddled Renée's head, her thighs tight around her. “You do a good job licking me, fuckmeat, give me a really great orgasm before they're ready to make you pop, and I'll tell them not to bring out the teeth and claws. Sound good?”

Renée's stomach twisted as Alice's pussy settled on her face. The woman was dripping wet, some of the liquid drooling down into her mouth, and the smell of her filled Renée's nose. If the dark haired woman had asked this of her even just five minutes ago, she would have sworn that there was nothing in the entire world that would make her do something as disgusting as eat out another woman. But those last five minutes had been very educational.

“Oh yes,” Alice exulted as she felt the brunette get started. “We've got ourselves a pussy muncher over here! Take your time with it, fuckmeat, get to know my twat. You're gonna be spending a lot of time in there from now on. There's nothing I love more than a straight girl's soft busy tongue.”

Renée tried to ignore her words and just get it over with. At least she tasted better than Gordon's piss, though not by much. She ran her tongue over the woman's folds, reluctantly swallowing her juices in the process. Before long, she found herself focusing on her task, concentrating her attention on how awful it felt to be servicing another woman. It was the only way she could ignore what Felicia and Rosie were doing to her.

She knew the game by heart from the other side. The next orgasm would come sooner than the first. Even after just a couple minutes, she could feel her body responding again, eager to try and achieve a climax again. Licking Alice's pussy was a good distraction, but it wouldn't stop her system, just buy her a little time.

Rosie began teasing the nipple she wasn't sucking on, caressing it with her fingertips. “Gonna pinch this little nip between my nails in just a minute,” she said, her voice slightly muffled by the mouthful of tit meat. “Gonna have lots of fun seeing how far I can stretch it out. Look forward to it, bitch.”

Desperate, Renée redoubled her efforts with Alice's slit, her tongue working frantically to get the woman off. Alice moaned in response and clutched Renée's hair. “That's the spirit, fuckmeat,” she said. “Get that tongue in nice and deep. I think I still got some swimmers from this morning buried in there for you.”

Renée was repulsed to realize that the woman was telling the truth: she could taste faint traces of semen inside of her. Her stomach did a flip, and her instincts urged her to stop this filthy thing she was doing and try to put this bitch in her place, but she ignored them. There was no room for confidence or dominance inside her head as she obeyed Alice's order, scooping out and swallowing old cum. The only thing that would get her through this was submission.

At least her efforts were working. Alice clutched Renée harder, and began making soft sounds. “Yes, fuckmeat,” she breathed. “Just like that, that rhythm... yes... yes... yes.... ohhhh, fuck yesssssss...” The dark haired woman shivered with delight as the orgasm washed over her.

Renée's body ached to do the same, but she fought it down. She'd done what Alice wanted. She just needed to hold back a little bit longer. Just a little bit...

“What's the word, Alice?” Felicia asked. “Looks like it's now or never.”

“Mmmm,” the woman purred, sounding satisfied. “She's gonna be a fantastic pussy muncher with a little training. She gave me a really good orgasm, maybe even a great one...” She beamed down at Renée with a wicked grin. “But not a really great one. Have fun, girls.”

Renée howled as teeth and nails found her again.

Some time later, Renée was curled up in a corner behind the desk, weeping softly. In the center of the office, the others were chatting brightly with one another, snacking on some junk food, but Renée was far too focused on her own pain to pick out what they were saying.

She hurt. They'd played the game with her time after time, everyone mocking her each time she approached her orgasm. Her clit felt like it had been shredded with barbed wire, even though it only looked red and swollen from the outside, and her nipples were no better. How dare they torture her like that? She didn't deserve it!

Renée huddled in closer, trying to make herself small and unnoticed, while she assured herself that they hadn't really won. There were six of them to one of her, that was all. It didn't make any of them better than her. It just meant that even pathetic pieces of trash could be dangerous in large numbers. It didn't mean that they'd broken her; she was just biding her time, waiting for the right opportunity.

Someone's boots clomped towards her, and Renée nervously looked up. She couldn't resist a whimper when she saw Felix's scowling face looking back. He cleared his throat, and then warm spittle struck her right breast. “Break time's over, bitch,” he said. “Time to find out how well you can suck cock.”

“You better use this,” Rosie warned, holding up the ring gag. “I don't think the cunt is quite tame enough yet to trust her mouth.”

“Yeah, I'm counting on it,” Felix said. He crouched low and put his face right up to Renée's, grabbing both her ears to keep her still. “Listen to me, bitch. When I shove my cock into that cum guzzling, puke spurting mouth of yours, you're gonna want to bite me, right?”

Yes. Yes she would. At this very moment, nothing would give Renée more pleasure than chewing this son of a bitch's cock right off. So what if they hurt her afterwards? They were going to hurt her anyway. At least now they'd understand who they'd been fucking with. “No, s-sir,” she said, trying to sound scared and defeated. It wasn't difficult.

“Do it,” he told her. “Give it your best shot. Give me an excuse to rip every last tooth out of you with my bare hands and feed it to you.”

Renée stared into his eyes, and what she saw there made her eagerness to get revenge wilt. He was completely serious. This wasn't a bluff to scare her into behaving; he really was looking for a chance to torture her.

“Aww, come on Felix,” Felicia said, her smile looking just a little nervous. “We've all been having good fun, but there's no need to maim the poor woman. You know what that does to the selling price. Only the really freaky types want the toothless ones.”

“That's up to her now, “ Felix said. “You know the rule: bitches never get to bite twice. Don't matter if they're meek as lambs before and after. And I ain't waiting for this one to work up the nerve with Jerry one night, or poor Keith. We're gonna get this out of the way here and now.” He straightened up, still hold her ears to force her up onto her knees. He pulled her head to his crotch and rubbed her face against his shaft, still slick with cum and her juices. “Just one nick,” he told her. “That's all I need from you.”

For a moment, she almost did it. The old Renée wouldn't have even hesitated. But she... she needed to find the right moment, that was all. Renée opened her mouth and swallowed up his cock, her tongue beginning to lap up the mess on it. She wasn't submitting! They hadn't beaten her! She was just being strategic, letting them get complacent until the time came to strike.

Felix glowered and slapped her hard across the cheek. “Come on, bitch! Aren't you tougher than this? Bite me! I raped your pussy with this just a little while ago, remember? And it'll be your ass next time. Don't you wanna make me pay? You're not really just gonna kneel there like an obedient fucktoy and suck my dick, are you?” He slapped her again. “Come on!”

Felicia sighed. “Alright, that's enough, just-”

“No, no, he's right,” insisted Jimmy. “Do it, Renée, so I can skullfuck you when Felix is done. This is the only chance you'll ever get to prove that you're more than just a fleshlight. Bite him!”

“Don't you want some justice for all the times we bit you?” Alice cooed in her ear. “Come on fuckmeat, you can do it. I'll have such fun with your gummy mouth at night.”

Renée tried not to listen to them. They were just... just teasing her. But the joke was on them. She was going to play nice, and the idiots were going to think she was broken. She sucked on Felix, running her sealed lips back and forth along his shaft.

“Don't you worry about her, girl,” Rosie told Felicia. “This one ain't about the money. It's about teaching this bitch a lesson for what she did. Besides, stuck up little twat like this won't be able to help herself, so we might as well cut to the chase. I just want him to yank them one at a time when he does it, nice and slow.”

A hand tousled Renée's hair. “Don't let them scare you,” said Gordon. “It won't be so bad. You're gonna be on a mostly liquid diet from now on anyway, so it's not like you'll miss them much. Besides, whoever heard of a toilet with teeth?”

“Bite!” Alice chanted with a grin, pumping her fist. “Bite!”

The other three quickly joined her. “Bite!” they all chanted. “Bite! Bite! Bite!”

Renée squirmed under their attention, her mouth still tight around Felix's dick. They were right, she might as well just do it, shouldn't she? They were all laughing at her because they thought she wouldn't. They thought they'd broken her spirit. But she could prove them all wrong in an instant. She could prove it right now. She just had to... had to... her breath quickened as she imagined how it would feel afterwards. She could almost feel his callused fingers reaching into her mouth, choosing where to start. There would be blood and pain and then he'd do it again, and again, and again... but what choice did she have?

“Bite! Bite! Bite! Bite!”

She had to make them pay for what they'd done, didn't she? She had to show that she was stronger than them, right? She had to... she couldn't just break here, couldn't be a meek little slut who sucked their cocks and swallowed their loads, could she? She was tough and strong, and she'd never give up so easily, never be beaten by a pack of animals like them... right? Right... right... she was going to do it. She was going to show them that they'd underestimated her. She just had to bite down. It would only take a second. There would be pain after, god so much pain, but she could endure that, she could endure anything... just one little bite. Just... she had to... she had to...

“Bite! Bite! Bite! Bite!”

The dam broke.

Renée began to sob brokenly, Felix's cock slipping from out between her quivering lips. “Please don't take my teeth,” she whimpered. “Please! I'll be a good fucktoy, I promise! I'll never bite! Never ever!” They all started to laugh at her again, such a familiar sound by now. Redfaced, Renée tried to smile up at them through the tears. Laughter was good, she saw that now. She was amusing them, and that, that meant maybe they wouldn't need to hurt her.

“Fucking crybaby,” Felix grumbled, as he pushed his cock back into her mouth. She latched onto it, slurping and sucking like she'd never done before, even when enjoying Mr Thompson. She wouldn't give them an excuse to hurt her, no no no. She'd be a good cocksucker.

It didn't take Renée long to earn her owner's cum. Felix's first few spurts hit the back of her mouth, and then he pulled out to spray the rest of his load across her face. Some of it got in her eyes, and she blinked furiously, but that didn't stop her from smiling at him as she swallowed what he'd given her. “Thank you!,” she said quickly. “Thank you thank you!”

Felix didn't look at all pleased with her performance. “Weak little bitch,” he muttered, and spat on her again, this time onto her forehead. “Couldn't even hold on for five more fucking minutes, could you?”

“There there,” said Gordon, patting him on the back. “Maybe she'll find some courage with me, eh?” But she didn't, not even when he pushed into her throat again. Renée was a well behaved cocksucker the entire time, from the moment his dick first brushed her lips, to when he deposited his hot load into her belly. Jimmy received the same stellar treatment, the brunette not offering a single complaint as her face was squashed against his sweaty crotch, his fat girth resting on her head.

She hoped that that would mean the end of the night, now that all the men had finished twice, but that turned out to be foolish. The women all donned their strap-ons, and Alice and Rosie began to explore Renée's holes for themselves. Before long, the men were ready for a third round, and all six of them used their new toy.

Felix used her ass next, as promised. He'd put on a condom at first to avoid the sriracha, but Felicia had produced a bottle of milk from the vending machine, and Renée had obediently bent down and stuck her ass out to let the woman pour it into her bowels. The relief from the hot sauce was more than welcome, but Felix did his best to make her guts burn again, pounding them roughly with his thick cock before hosing her down with his third load. While this was going on, Renée was bouncing on Rosie's strap-on as the woman relaxed beneath her, and her mouth was hard at work between Felicia's legs.

So it went. It felt like she took them in every possible combination by the end of the night. Every cock in the room, real and plastic, had enjoyed all of her holes at least once. When they were all done, she lay sprawled on the floor, her body plastered with their cum and her face soaked with pussy juice. The valley between her breasts felt absolutely raw from all the titfucking, and her clit was throbbing with pain... and more. She hadn't often found herself aroused that night, but every time she did, they shut her down again. By now, Renée ached with the need to orgasm.

As if in answer, she felt a tongue slide up her slit, and looked down to see Felicia there again. “No, please,” Renée begged. “Please Felicia... have mercy...”

Felicia didn't stop, but neither did she bite, and Renée found herself shuddering in the throes of climax, her exhausted limbs twitching weakly. When it passed, Felicia was crouched over her, her face just inches away, smiling and licking her lips. “I can give you pain,” the blonde purred, “and I can give you pleasure. It's entirely up to me which you experience. Do you understand, pet?”

“Y-yes,” Renée said, staring into the girl's eyes.

“Yesssss?” Felicia asked, drawing out the word, and Renée realized what she wanted.

“Yes... Mistress.”

“Good girl.” Felicia brought her face down, and Renée meekly met her tongue with her own, exchanging a long and sloppy kiss with her owner. “We're gonna have so much fun with you back home.”

The blonde stood and gave her brother room to pick Renée up, slinging the woman over one shoulder as if she weighed nothing. He looked over at his sister. “I'll set her up in one of the spare rooms tonight, and tomorrow I'll send a crew to clean out her apartment. You good here?”

“Yeah,” Felicia said, looking at the others, who were busy cleaning up. “We've almost got it all back to normal. I'll come back home when I'm done just to get a couple hours of...” She checked her phone, recently retrieved from Renée's desk. “A couple minutes of sleep,” she corrected, “and then change into some fresher clothes.”

She slapped Renée's ass playfully as Felix began carrying her out of the room. “There's a lot of people waiting to meet you, pet,” she called. “I don't think you'll be getting much sleep for a while yet either. Have fun!”

Renée hung limply as Felix carried her through the rest of the office, into one of the elevators, and down to the basement parking garage. He opened the trunk of an unfamiliar car and dumped her inside, not being particularly gentle about it.

“It'll always be pain from me, bitch,” he told her, just before he closed the trunk. “Until there's nothing left.”

The brunette laid still in the warm, cramped darkness as the car started up and began moving, taking her to her new home. Next time she would try to suck his cock even better, she decided, and then maybe he wouldn't want to hurt her so badly. It wasn't much of a plan, but for broken, beaten Renée, it was all she had left.

Felicia yawned and stretched, blinking tears from her eyes. She was exhausted. She'd been able to power through the first few hours of the day, but now it was after lunch, and she wanted nothing more than to put her head down and take a nap. She stared at her computer, willing herself to focus and get back to work, but it was all she could do just to keep her eyes open.

Thankfully, no one seemed to have noticed the state she was in. The whole office was abuzz about Miss Mallory's sudden and unexplained departure. The first people to come in that morning had found her desk cleaned out and a small handwritten note on it that just said she was “pursuing other opportunities”. There were a dozen different rumors about why she'd left, but a single common thread: every last person in the office was celebrating it. Felicia had expected Mr Thompson at least to be sad about losing his secretary, not to mention frequent cock swallower, of many years, but the old man seemed more cheerful than anyone about her absence. Well, relationships were complicated, and she wasn't one to pry.

Her phone buzzed and she glanced at it discreetly. Felix had sent her a video from someone's phone, time stamped a few hours ago. The opening image showed him holding Renée up in the air by her legs, his cock deep in her snatch. Her upper body was face down in a tub of ice water, Gordon's hand in her hair. When Felicia hit play, careful to mute her phone first, Renée began to thrash and struggle, her legs dancing in midair. The tub water churned and roiled as she fought to get her head above the surface, but Gordon wasn't having it.

Her brother fucked Renée's squirming body for about a minute before the brunette went limp and still. Felix immediately stopped, and Gordon hauled her head up. Water poured down her body, her mouth slack and her eyes half-open and sightless. She remained unresponsive like that for a couple of seconds, then her eyes snapped open and she gasped, choking and coughing out water. Before she could draw a second breath, her head was submerged again, and Felix resumed pounding her. Felicia could see at least six of the crew behind him, all waiting their own turn to fuck Renée as she drowned.

Almost immediately a second video arrived, dated an hour after the first. Renée stood bent over with her legs spread, holding her ass cheeks wide apart to reveal a thick soda can wedged about halfway into her rectum. She was surrounded by several of the women, and as Felicia watched, Alice smacked her right between the cheeks with a wooden paddle, burying the can another millimeter in. The brunette jumped and twitched at the impact, and forgot to keep her hands in place, which earned her a sharp kick to her spread cunt from one of the other women. She quickly put her hands back on her cheeks, spreading them open for the next blow.

Felicia couldn't see Renée's expression in this one because her head was buried in Felix's crotch as he sat on the couch in front of her, his knees tight around her neck. One hand held her nostrils pinched shut while the other was tangled in her sweaty hair, grinding her face against him. Felicia looked closely, and made out traces of cock slime and vomit dribbling from her stuffed mouth.

She put her phone down, fidgeting. Her brother was such a jerk. She didn't have time for this right now. She had to... her phone buzzed again, and she snatched it. This one was dated mere seconds ago. Renée was sitting in Felix's lap, legs flexing as she bounced up and down on his cock in her ass. On either side of her stood two men with her dicks out. One of them grabbed her hair and pulled her head to his crotch, and she promptly began nuzzling and licking him. A few moments later, the other one grabbed her hair and pulled over his way to receive the same treatment.

They passed her back and forth like that several more times until Felix himself pointed her head forward, directly at the camera. Renée's dull, half dead eyes moved from side to side as she read something, then she nodded. She reached down to pinch her pussy lips and spread them wide apart, showing the camera a thoroughly fucked cunt with great gobs of cum still oozing out. She spoke, and though the phone was still muted, Felicia had no trouble reading her lips: “Wish you were here”.

The blonde sighed.

“Something the matter, my dear?” Mr Thompson asked.

Felicia jumped in surprise, almost falling out of her chair, and quickly tilted her phone away from him. She'd been so absorbed by the video, she'd completely missed his approach. Luckily, Mr Thompson didn't seem to have noticed anything unusual, so she relaxed and smiled up at him. “Oh, no, it's, uh, it's just my brother, sir. We brought home a new doggy last night, and he knows I'm stuck at work and can't play with her, so he's teasing me.”

Mr Thompson rubbed his chin. “Ah yes. I know how brothers can be. I take it you're very fond of the girl?”

She nodded eagerly. “She's a bit older than the dogs we usually get, so I don't think she'll be around for more than a couple years, but she's soooo cute, and I've got all sorts of tricks I want to teach her and...” She squirmed in frustration. “Sorry, sir. I'll put the phone away and get back to work.”

Mr Thompson cleared his throat and looked around the room. “Well... it doesn't look like anyone's going to be getting much work done today. If you'd like to step out for the afternoon, I'm sure we'll be able to manage.”

“Really?” she asked excitedly, hardly daring to believe her luck.

He nodded, smiling. “Of course, my dear, of course. Go enjoy your new pet, please.” He gave her a confidential wink. “Can't let your brother have all the fun, right?”

“Mmm hmm!” she agreed, already gathering up her things.

“And Felicia?”

“Uh huh?”

“You'll give that bitch of yours my regards, right?” he asked. His voice was even and pleasant, but something wild sparkled in his eyes.

Felicia met his gaze, and for a long moment the two just looked at each other, neither one speaking. Then her smile widened and she nodded. “Absolutely, Mr Thompson. In fact, if you'd ever like to play with her yourself, I'm sure we could arrange something.”

“Yes, I think I'd like that very much,” he said. He rapped his knuckles lightly against her desk and strode away. Felicia giggled, and all but skipped out of the office.